Well, it's definitely none of those things, and it's certainly a lazy kiss from the vampire king himself. It's cute, really, that it catches him off-guard, and alucard settles back with a faint smile.
"No, I've always been about this tall. Taller, in my actual form. Little over seven feet." Of course he is. "And Romanian." Like the Dracula thing didn't give that away. "The devil gave me a lot of things, but none of them were worth it in the end." He's a little flippant about that, but it's a coping method, so it's fine.
It definitely could have been innuendo if he'd left it, but Alucard still arches an eyebrow. "Well, it is nice to be able to change my height to suit situations."
Alfred is still on about that, huh? Alucard carefully dips himself under the water for a moment, making sure his hair is all wet, then pops back up to look at him, nodding. "Revenge always felt good, to me. Taking back what was taken away by taking their lives." He's not about to judge Alfred for killing the people that tortured him, after all.
There's a scowl on his face a moment. In that moment it looks like Alfred is going to judge Alucard. It looks like he might actually be hurt by the idea that he's not seen this man's 'real form'. That Alucard doesn't trust him enough. But then, that scowl still on his face, he reaches up to tug a dark lock of hair. "Of course you are. Save some of that height for the rest of us, you lanky git."
From the tug he shifts up to start massaging the shampoo into Alucard's scalp. He's like a dog with a bone. Once he focused on something, he'll do it. He wants to do this. He wants to because it keeps him focus on the here and now. He doesn't have to think about the then. About the returning nightmares. About the fact that of Bruce ever learns what he did at the Fort, his boy would never forgive him.
"Because of that deal, you got to meet your Integra." He points it out quietly. "Still...I do pity you a bit, Alucard." He leans in more. Presses his lips just softly against those soft lips. "You'll never be able to eat me garlic chicken."
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"No, I've always been about this tall. Taller, in my actual form. Little over seven feet." Of course he is. "And Romanian." Like the Dracula thing didn't give that away. "The devil gave me a lot of things, but none of them were worth it in the end." He's a little flippant about that, but it's a coping method, so it's fine.
It definitely could have been innuendo if he'd left it, but Alucard still arches an eyebrow. "Well, it is nice to be able to change my height to suit situations."
Alfred is still on about that, huh? Alucard carefully dips himself under the water for a moment, making sure his hair is all wet, then pops back up to look at him, nodding. "Revenge always felt good, to me. Taking back what was taken away by taking their lives." He's not about to judge Alfred for killing the people that tortured him, after all.
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From the tug he shifts up to start massaging the shampoo into Alucard's scalp. He's like a dog with a bone. Once he focused on something, he'll do it. He wants to do this. He wants to because it keeps him focus on the here and now. He doesn't have to think about the then. About the returning nightmares. About the fact that of Bruce ever learns what he did at the Fort, his boy would never forgive him.
"Because of that deal, you got to meet your Integra." He points it out quietly. "Still...I do pity you a bit, Alucard." He leans in more. Presses his lips just softly against those soft lips. "You'll never be able to eat me garlic chicken."